Victoria Parker: The cheerleader blew it

Suzanne Kent knew she was attractive to men, and even tough she was only a teenager, she had seen and appreciated the lusty looks in her classmates' eyes at Jefferson High School. Yes, even in her teachers' eyes.

Suzy was a virgin, but she couldn't help wondering what she could do with her beauty and her sweet sexiness.

Indeed she was beautiful and sexy. She stood five-feet-four in her magnificent beauty.

Her hair was long, honey-blonde. She had it parted in the middle and it flowed back and down on her shoulders.

She walked the hall at school in a black miniskirt, a tight pink sweater, and little high heels that were shiny-white. The skirt rustled and crinkled on her hips, pulled in daringly on her Goddess ass. As she walked, her young hips swayed salaciously.

Suzy had big, round tits and they bobbed beautifully in the tight, pink sweater, pushed out against the material in all their splendor.

Her face was round, angelic, and she could have been a candidate for Miss Teenage America. Yes, Suzanne had it all.

Her smooth golden-brown legs tapered beautifully and were encased in red knee socks, and she had on white tennis shoes. Her hair was tight to her head and tied into two delightful ponytails that bobbed at the sides of her head. Her adorable, round face was shining like an angel. She had on a wine blush that made her cheeks glow. Her pouting, thick lips were glossed thickly with a pink lipstick. Her lake blue eyes and fine nose set off her beautiful face.

Her skirt swirled around her magnificent ass as she walked, and she was aware of the fuck hot stares the boys were giving her. She liked the way they drooled over her.

It gave her a sense of power.

I could probably get them to do anything I wanted them to do, she thought, and she had to stifle a sweet smile.

She felt this was the day she might get Mr. Holiday to bend her way. She shivered at the thought of his rugged handsomeness, and the way he looked so much like Robert Redford. It puzzled her that all the other teachers wanted to look at her, wanted to play with her, but Mr. Holiday wouldn't give her a turn.

He seemed so intent upon his teaching, so upright, so strong, so moral. Oh, God, how she wanted to kiss him. To have him hold her would be totally insane. Totally awesome.

It's not unusual for a schoolgirl to have a crush on her teacher, and certainly all the girls at Jefferson desired Mr. Holiday, but Suzy's desire was not so much infatuation as fantasy of having the older man love her, adore her, and take care of her.

Suzy had never had a father. Her mother had become pregnant and refused to marry, so Suzy came into the world fatherless.

Perhaps he was a father-image to her, but beyond that she was taken by his handsome good looks, his All-American physique, and actually everything about him.

She knew she was the most beautiful girl in school; she knew also that she had developed very well for a teenager, and had all the assets of a young woman, especially her ripe, young tits, and her well-curved ass.

She sat in his class later that morning trying to gain his attention. Mr. Holiday lectured about Stephen Crane's short stories.

"His tender, touching story of Maggie, Girl of the Streets, is about a young waif caught in the New York slums who had a battering mother, a drunken father; a victim of fear, environment and social values of the lower class."

Mr. Holiday leaned against his desk. He wore a brown tweed jacket, a blue buttoned-down shirt, tight jeans, and a pair of brown loafers. His tie was loose.

Suzy shifted in her little desk, and let her skirt ride high on her smooth, tanned thighs, hoping the teacher would see how delicious she could look.

She leaned back in her desk to stifle a fake yawn and her big, round tits splashed suggestively against her tight, white vest. Still Mr. Holiday gave her no notice.

Suzy crossed her legs, hoping maybe he would glance up there, see her bright powder-blue bloomers, and get an eyeful of her charms.

Nothing.

She knew one thing that would get him. He was dead against chewing gum. He thought it ill-mannered. She had a good wad of bubble gum in her mouth and pretending she had forgotten, she blew out a sweet pink bubble, her juicy lips puckered provocatively.

This indeed caught Mr. Holiday's attention. He reprimanded her in front of the class, then as the bell rang, he asked her to stay for a moment.

When everyone had left, he closed the door. "I've made it very clear that you are not to chew gum in my class, Miss Kent."

"I'm ever so sorry, sir… I completely forgot."

"See that it doesn't happen again, will you?"

"I…"

They looked at each other for a moment. She trembled all over from being alone with him, and from having his eyes on her. She smiled demurely.

"I wonder if you could go over Shakespeare's Hamlet with me, sir. I just don't think I really understand the play-within-a-play concept."

"You may come to my office after school this afternoon."

Suzy was excited about the opportunity to be with the handsome teacher alone in his office, and just before the time came to meet with him, she went to the girls' room. She blushed her cheeks with a dark wine rouge and painted her lips again with a thick, luscious, pink lip-gloss. She combed out her long, honey-blonde hair.

She knocked on his door.

"Come in."

She entered, splendid in her black mini, the tight pink sweater, the white heels. Her big tits bobbed sexily in the sweater.

She smiled.

Mr. Holiday was sitting at his desk. "You wanted to discuss Hamlet, Miss Kent."

Oh how she loved this older man. At least she thought she loved him. There was something about him, and his proud, cool demeanor, his incredible mature handsomeness, his whole being, that simply turned her on.

"Yes, I really don't know if I understand the play within the play, sir."

She put her purse on the floor, bending over, her back to him as she did so. The little black skirt pulled in crisply on her wonderful, young ass. Mr. Holiday could see the lines of her panties arching against the skirt.

He motioned her into a chair next to his desk, then pulled his closer to hers. They sat almost side by side in back of his desk.

Mr. Holiday could not help but smell the delicious scent of Suzy's perfume, a generous dose of Taboo that she had applied. Suzy could also sniff the manly aroma of his Old Spice aftershave, which she liked very much. It made her tremble to be so near the handsome teacher.

"The play within the play, what we call the mousetrap is just that, Suzanne… a trap Hamlet devised to trap his conniving uncle, who had killed his father and married his mother."

Suzy moved closer to him so that she could peer at the text he had spread before them on the desk. Her thigh touched his.

"Hamlet wanted to make his uncle squirm a bit, by letting him know that he was aware that the uncle had killed his father, the King, then married his mother only to become the new king."

"Oh, I get it." Suzy turned to smile at him, and one of her big tits rubbed against Mr. Holiday's arm. The firm, round 36B's pushed beautifully against the thin pink sweater. They were fabulous tits, but not too big for her splendid, luscious body.

Mr. Holiday gazed into her blue eyes, her lovely, young face, noticing the sparkle of her face, her apple-red cheeks, her pink, wet pouty lips.

She turned so that her tits moved away from his arm, but the electricity that passed between them was still vibrating, and her thigh was still mashed to his.

"Good," he said, "we'll be having a test on it."

"Thank you so much for explaining it to me, sir," Suzy said.